100% lyrics - Kid Ink (feat. Chris Brown & Kevin McCall)
[Kid Ink:]
(K-K-K-K-K-Mac)
Yeah
You know I gotta keep it 100, ooh
100, it's Kid Ink (the Alumni)
Okay, I-I'm so fly, I feel like a swarm (go)
My time is money, ring the alarm (ooh)
Flip it to the ceilin', watch it do a somersault
Niggas say they run shit, I just see them runnin' out
D-Done it all, under the sun, ain't nothin' new (no)
Coming through the Westside, lookin' for the W (yeah, woo)
Still on that bullshit, I can't even utter you (go)
Money's all I talk, got a pocket full of honeydew
That'll make honey do a-anythin' I wanna
Take her by the head, Stone Cold Stunner, uh
Baby, rockin' like the wire
High out my mind, I'm a frequent flier (go)
It's CB and Tha Alumni
Got them hoes standin' at attention like a drumline
Keep it 100, I would take all of you combined
Kid Ink but I do it big, plus size (ooh)
[Kevin McCall & Kid Ink:]
G-G-Get it how I live it, come faster than I could spend it (spend it)
Money to the ceilin', bitch, I'm in the buildin' (ceilin')
I'm a giant in the room full of midgets (tell 'em)
Money talks so don't say nothin' unless you talkin' business (woo)
100%, I go 100%, I go
100%, I go 100%, I go
100%, I go 100%, I go
100%, I go 100%, I go
[Kevin McCall:]
Lemme count this money
One million, two million
Put this up for my new car, save that for my baby momma
And all you bums can keep the change
Beats I be servin', Saks Fifth splurgin'
Diamonds got so many cuts, call my jeweler the surgeon
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, label me the virgin
I'm hot b-b-burnin', like when you leave a perm in
Everywhere I go these hoes be diggin' in they purses for a Sharpie
'Cause they tryna get the autograph in cursive
Little bit of Coke mixed with a lot of bourbon
Got your boy leanin', sorry if my words slurrin'
Swervin' in that DB9 on purpose
The roof disappear, call it magic like Earvin Johnson
G-Get up off my johnson, no more ridin' dick
Shawty, this ain't magic mountain
I've been killin', killin' every song that I been spittin' on
And if I ain't spittin', bet it's somethin' that I written on
Can't even say it was a long road gettin' on
Only took a year and a half and now I'm shittin' on 'em
[Kevin McCall & Kid Ink:]
G-G-Get it how I live it, come faster than I could spend it (spend it)
Money to the ceilin', bitch, I'm in the buildin' (ceilin')
I'm a giant in the room full of midgets (tell 'em)
Money talks so don't say nothin' unless you talkin' business (woo)
100%, I go 100%, I go
100%, I go 100%, I go
100%, I go 100%, I go
100%, I go 100%, I go
[Chris Brown:]
Yeah, I got them bulletproof Ray Bans so haters never in my head
Money hungry good for me, yeah, I call it wheat bread
Ladies say I'm long strokin', yeah, that's what she said
Crib like a castle so I'm fuckin' on that king spread
Hahaha, big ballin', fuck a loft
And money turn me on so I had to fuck it off
Skinny ass nigga's pockets lookin' so bulimic
And I never spill my drink, you can call me Tempur-Pedic
Allergic to the haters, addicted to the money
You askin' why I'm laughin' 'cause all of you niggas funny
And they call me Action Jackson 'cause every d-day I'm stuntin'
And I'm writin' hit songs like it's nothin'
So nigga, you buggin', frontin', what you think this is, hoe?
Paparazzi tryna pop me everywhere that Chris go
Never been no sucker, no lame, mad nigga
And your flow is more watered down than a drain, ass nigga
[Kevin McCall & Kid Ink:]
G-G-Get it how I live it, come faster than I could spend it (spend it)
Money to the ceilin', bitch, I'm in the buildin' (ceilin')
I'm a giant in the room full of midgets (tell 'em)
Money talks so don't say nothin' unless you talkin' business (woo)
100%, I go 100%, I go
100%, I go 100%, I go
100%, I go 100%, I go
100%, I go 100%, I go
4186 Freestyle lyrics - Kid Ink
Ayy
Yeah (Rocketshipshawty)
Yeah, ooh-ooh, yeah
Ooh-ooh, yeah (Neezy m'a dit fait du sale), ayy
Look at me now (Now)
I just sticked out of the crowd (Woah)
You niggas forgetting the style (Clear)
I ain't feel like this in a while (Woah)
You niggas been counting me out (Out)
Where you been gettin' yo' doubt? (Wait)
Hunnid K just for the smile, uh
I found that shit in the couch (Ooh)
Tell 'em I really been living that shit that you niggas just say out ya mouth
Switchin' the lanes and I'm changin' the routes
Body this shit and I bag it like Ralph's
Back in the day, I just feel like it happened
Movin' too fast, can't nobody catch him (Nyoom)
Ash, they will not last
Hittin' the gas, raising the flag
The man's downhill, forever continue
I'm tryna eat everything on the menu
They can't get nothin', not even a little
Don't try to touch it, I promise I'll end you
I torture these niggas like, "Tell me who send you"
Sittin' so high, I can not get a signal
Signal-signal, I am a loose cannon
Really ain't no tellin' what I'm fin' do
Poppin' shit is automatic
I don't hear these haters, static (What?)
Talkin' shit about my status
Wouldn't pull up to my palace, uh
Nigga I'll wait (Wait)
Here go the code to the gate (Gate)
Pussy ain't bustin' no grapes (No)
Check the security tapes (Hey)
I did this shit in a take (Woo-hoo)
There ain't no time I can waste
The game in a critical state (True)
Nobody safe (Wait)
Niggas gettin' kicked straight into the curb
All this pressure bad for my nerves
Way I been killin' 'em, I can make first
Push of the button, I just gotta say the word
Back tats, you already know the game
Backhand feel heavy with the ring
Money in the air, made it through the rain
Long shot, but you know I'm crazy with the aim
Headlock, girl, crazy with the brain
Might just check up and they all complain
I be up all night rockin' (Uh-huh)
Niggas ain't never playin' possum (Uh-huh)
Real ones know, call me Rocket (Rocket)
Name on that bitch is a profit, uh
Doin' this shit outta pocket (Uh-huh)
You can learn somethin' nigga, just watch this
This shit ain't no game
We don't work the same (No)
Verse ain't no exchange
Broke niggas complain (Hold up)
Complain all you want (Tell 'em)
Want more? Hop in front (Tell 'em)
Frontin' on me ain't nothin' (Uh)
Nothin' I need, got money (Hold up)
The fuck you just standing 'round? (Hold up)
Wearing them hand-me-downs (Hold up)
I still ain't run out of rounds (No)
I'ma keep layin' 'em down (Pow)
Look at me now
I just sticked out of the crowd
You niggas forgetting the style, uh
I ain't feel like this in a while (One time)
You niggas been counting me out, uh (Countin')
Where you been gettin' yo' doubt? Uh (Wait)
Hunnid K just for the smile, uh
I found that shit in the couch
Rocketshipshawty (Woo)
Bad Habit lyrics - Kid Ink
I know we haven't really talked
And we don't always get along
But you got what I like, you got what I like
I know you got choices all in your DM
Brand new niggas tryna be a new friend
But I got what you like
Until you find some brand new
Gotta stick to what you used to
Girl you know I'm calling for you
Pull up, you know imma come thru
Until you find some new
No, no, nothing wrong
We're doing what we do what we use to, babe
I got what you like
'Cause baby you my bad habit
But you know I ain't mad at it
'Cause can nobody love you, babe
Do you like I do you, babe
'Cause baby you my bad habit
You know I ain't mad at it
'Cause can nobody love you, babe
You might let them take you out
But you still come home and get me with they waited for
Me what they paying for
'Cause I know your body
You just talking to them 'cause baby, I'm not around
Baby I'm out of town
I know we got differences
But we agree on this everytime
Until you find some brand new
Gotta stick to what you used to
Girl you know I'm calling for you
Pull up, you know imma come thru
Until you find some new
No, no, nothing wrong
We're doing what we do what we use to, babe
I got what you like
'Cause baby you my bad habit
But you know I ain't mad at it
'Cause can nobody love you, babe
Do you like I do you, babe
'Cause baby you my bad habit
You know I ain't mad at it
'Cause can nobody love you, babe
Woo, yeah
Ah, ah
Oh yeah, woo
Until you find some
Bats Fly lyrics - Kid Ink (feat. Rory Fresco)
CashMoney AP
Oh Lord, Jetson made another one
Guys, okay, this came out amazing
Woo, soon as I step in this bitch
Let them racks fly
Walk up in your shit with my whole clique, we let them bats fly
Smoke, peas like black eye
Run up on me, get black eyed (Brrt)
I'ma let the bats fly
Killin' shit just like the bad guy
Woo, soon as I step in this bitch
Let them racks fly
Walk up in your shit with my whole clique, we let them bats fly
Smoke, peas like black eye
Run up on me, get black eyed (Brrt)
I'ma let the bats fly
Killin' shit just like the bad guy
Woah, bitch, call me if it's [?]
Just don't call me Kid (No)
I do shit too big (Ayy)
THC, no cig (Smoke), all you smoke is mid
Take my hat, this [?] (Ayy)
They don't sell this shit at lease, either
Chips in my pocket, no chip in my shoulder
Still the same niggas from back in the [?] (Ayy)
Sleepin' on me, you must be in the coma
Told all my niggas the game and it's over (Over)
Police keep pullin' over, they checking the back of the trunk
All they see is a motor
Heard I was killing these niggas
Bad guy, I don't need a [?] (No)
Don't need a [?] assist
Know that it's summer but I got a million to wrist (Wrist)
Close up in e-intimate
We only see you when you on the e-internet
Shit could get ignorant
God, please, forgive me, I see it again (God)
Came from the ceiling, feelin' so limitless
Off of that pill again
Ayy, up all night like insomniacs (Woo)
Ayy, mix the water with the party packs (Yeah)
Ayy, I'm the truth, check your polygraph
Ayy, if they say I did it, then it's probably facts
Woo, soon as I step in this bitch
Let them racks fly
Walk up in your shit with my whole clique, we let them bats fly
Smoke, peas like black eye
Run up on me, get black eyed (Brrt)
I'ma let the bats fly
Killin' shit just like the bad guy
Woo, soon as I step in this bitch
Let them racks fly
Walk up in your shit with my whole clique, we let them bats fly
Smoke, peas like black eye
Run up on me, get black eyed (Brrt)
I'ma let the bats fly
Killin' shit just like the bad guy
Middle finger to the other side
If it's money, I can't let you slide
Bitch, slippery wet (Oh)
I ain't hit nothin' but net (No)
Foot on they neck (Wait)
Niggas ain't even a threat
Back on the track and I'm running this shit
Milli', I need a hundred this year
You scared of the money, I show 'em no fear
Show up, you know it's a family affair
See, I got all of my niggas here
I'm number 1 but I'm with a 10
But she know I ain't no minute man (No)
I get shit off and I'm in it again
Nigga, your time is up (Up)
Had a lil' fun, but we see your kind enough (Ayy)
You be online too much, lyin' too much (Wait)
Only in God we trust
Bat gang, bat gang, bat gang
We all rock the same chain
Throwin' paper, airplanes
Baby, I can't complain (Woo)
Woo, soon as I step in this bitch
Let them racks fly
Walk up in your shit with my whole clique, we let them bats fly
Smoke, peas like black eye
Run up on me, get black eyed (Brrt)
I'ma let the bats fly
Killin' shit just like the bad guy
Woo, soon as I step in this bitch
Let them racks fly
Walk up in your shit with my whole clique, we let them bats fly
Smoke, peas like black eye
Run up on me, get black eyed (Brrt)
I'ma let the bats fly
Killin' shit just like the bad guy
Big Burna lyrics - Kid Ink & Wiz Khalifa
[*lighter flicks*]
I...I...ism
Wooooo!
Big burna, daze of burna
Big burna baby
Big burna, daze of burna
Big burna baby
Big burna, daze of burna
Big burna baby
Big burna, daze of burna
Kid Ink
Big burna
Smoke fire like the furnace
Reggie blunts I just curve 'em
To the left baby don't fuck the turn up
Frontos no more backwood
Out of Cali know the pack good
Put the blunt to the lips when she run her mouth
No sticks smell a seed, better throw it out
4:20 on the rollie
Cut the leaf like shinobi
Never lowkey
We be high up in the nosebleeds
Goin OT
Sweatsuit feelin' cozy
Rockshipshawty the chiefa
I walk in this bitch smell like carti and reefa
Just watch how you hit it lil bae that's a sleeper
She call when she needa...
Big burna, daze of burna
Big burna baby
Big burna, daze of burna
Big burna baby
Big burna, daze of burna
Big burna baby
Big burna, daze of burna
She wanna get up in the car with Khalifa
Don't blow up her phone I just call when I need her
Yellow gold with the chrome
Matching all foreign features
Put her down on all fours
On the floor
That's what her knees for
Pick it up stick your tongue out
Lick it up
You a lesbian tonight you want dick or what
He a lame I'm a boss
Tell him give it up
One night this your life
Girl give it up
Pour drink sip it up
Bomb weed twist it up
I'ma pimp he a trick tell him spend it up
I got bitches like doctors got stitches
And I always keep one in the cut
Telling me you miss me
Send a picture of it
Anytime I shoot my shot
I'ma hit it: buckets!
Telling me I do it better than your nigga does it
You fuckin wit a...
Hahahahaa
Ugh!
Khalifa man
And if I put you on game
You game for life
You ain't my muthafuckin' wife
Hahahaha
Ugh!
Big burna, daze of burna
Big burna baby
Big burna, daze of burna
Big burna baby
Big burna, daze of burna
Big burna baby
Big burna, daze of burna
Blowin Swishers lyrics - Kid Ink
Yeeaah, Uh
Come in where I wanna
Eyes wide shut, clothes reek of marijuana
It's stuffy up in here, got it looking like a sauna
Smoking kills, Terminator, you can call it Sarah Conner
Got you coughing, like you got a cold nigga
Fuck you doin? Blowin swishers
Man and I'm high as hell
Yeah my life is like a movie hope you got a still
I'm ill mufucka, I don't need a meal
But my pockets got the munchies and feed em well
Why your money lookin like it's on the diet pill?
I can eyeball that, I ain't gotta scale
Split it down, dump it nigga
Fuck you doin? Blowin swishers
And I'm tryna smoke with all of y'all
Rolling papers, man I feel like a ball hog
I can't pass that the way I hit
That's only one round, Mike Tyson
Ain't no papers in my house, I don't write shit
But your bitch is prolly here on a nightshift
Baby stop by the store, but I don't need liquor
Fuck you doin? Blowin swishers
Cause I'mma get you high tonight
Once you learn how to roll, it's a riding bike
Said I'm over niggas heads on Cloud 9
Fuck what you got, my nigga smell mine
This ain't a art gallery, why everybody starin'?
Got a house full of bunnies where the fuck is Anna Faris?
I'm in the cut, you can keep your Rizla's
Fuck you doin? Blowin swishers
And I don't wanna hear that it tastes good
One hit of this, you feel it and your face good
We cookin baby you can meet me over here
Got everybodys eyes lookin' medium rare
How I'm comin on the beat is fucking really unfair
See the haters talk shit, but I really don't care
You can all suck a dick and feel it in your throat nigga
Fuck you doin? Blowin swishers
Bom Bom lyrics - Kid Ink
Know you see me sitting on the cloud high
Fresh up out the kitchen
Broke that bitch right up on that counter top
Me and Mary Jane, Bloody Mary's in the mirror
Say my name three times, I'll be there with that killer
Can you smell what we smoking on
Let me break it down, nugget size of a poke-ball
Doctor Green Thumb
Swear just one pick up have your finger
Feeling like the back side of a sticker
Only rolling (Bom Bom), need a swisher
Shawty says she got a pom pom
She ain't right now girl, it don't matter to me
No subtraction, tell 'em I'm a addict baby, ugh
It feels like I'm in a daze, my mind in a haze
You can see it in my ways uhh
But we do this everyday, anybody got a problem wit it
You know what I'm saying ah
Roll up, Roll up, Roll up, Roll up, Roll up
Get right to it, you ain't even gotta ask
You know what the fuck I'm doing
I roll it like a diploma, high up
Trying not to fall in a kush coma, yeah (Yeah)
Second hand smoke, just from the aroma, yeah (Yeah)
Smell that loud niggas telling me to tone it down
Ugh got a nigga barely moving
Stoned like I've been eye fucking with Medusa
Right to the medulla, nah this ain't a Cuban
But it make your blunt look skinny like a q-tip
We-we-we blowing up bombs
So just relax, sit back and kick off your toms
You're looking for the light, I got it like Tron
Ain't nobody on the level that I'm on, ugh
It feels like I'm in a daze, my mind in a haze
You can see it in my ways uhh
But we do this everyday, anybody got a problem wit it
You know what I'm saying ah
Roll up, Roll up, Roll up, Roll up, Roll up
Get right to it, you ain't even gotta ask
You know what the fuck I'm doing
Broken Promises lyrics - Kid Ink
(Yeah)
You... Don't... Want the trouble (hah hah)
I see you talkin',
Can't hear cuz the music loud,
Look up & everybody's doin' music now
Know we hustle, stick together like a uni brow
But every time your niggas see me,
I be lookin' down
Cuz I remember way back when,
Ya'll niggahs tryna B-D way back then
And I was up all night, no restin'
And now u tryna steal my dreams like inception
But you'll wake up soon,
Tick tick boom all the way ya you
Ima bout to blow up, C4 niggah
Hear me singin', fuck u like Cee Lo niggah
Cuz all I see CB4 Spitters
Everybody think they gotta "need no spirit"
Just seems like paris got
Little niggahs lookin at me like parents
I'm obviously was appearin'
Tell em they can never seize my appearance
Stay High, Ima airhead
Know we came a long way from a airbed
Junior high, niggah couldn't get a pair of Jay's
Now I can fuck anything with a pair of legs
Say a word? I ain't gotta say a word
My name is... she say it first
Gettin paid, just to say a verse
I'm grateful that I ain't have to see a Hurse
And neither did my best mans
But I can still count my friends on my left hand
Life's a test, feels more like a pop quiz
So you better pay attention 'fore you cop shit
Too hot in the kitchen niggah hop step
I be up inside that bitch like top chef
And if I can give any advice,
You gotta fuck up 'fore you get shit right
Just when it feels like every things getting promising
Now I need a cast for all these broken promises
Gotta stay ready, get set
Tryna make it through the storm like the dailyest catch
I'm in the building but they really expect
Cuz I see a couple rats got cheese need traps
A couple naps now I'm eatin up the track
Sound so sweet but I'm going for the plack
And if you ain't following me get a map
Bout to roll up motherfucker,
Get a match, uh
Buck Wild lyrics - Kid Ink
Mr. Sean Brown
Ayy, ayy, ayy
I brought the gang with us
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, bust it down
Buck & Wild, yeah, that's my style, yeah
Fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it, fuck it up
Puffing out your chest (yeah)
Stretched to the [?]
Baby working out and flex
Why we fuck it, fuck it up?
I go porno with the check, ayy
Roll that motorboat, got that chicken with the breast
Sitting on them hills, I [?] up, don't need no telly (no)
Seen your big ol' ass but that waist is like [?] (woah)
Tell me what's the charge like car, like I'm Nelly
Party in my pants, turn that fetty to confetti (woah)
Fuck it up, duck if you bug (woah)
They lie enough, in funds I trust
Niggas hopped up in my lane, I just switch up in and adjust
Hit the button, leave the dust
Baby, know I'm in a rush to see you
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, bust it down
Buck & Wild, yeah, that's my style, yeah
Fuck it up, fuck it up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, off the fly, screaming fuck the other side
Don't be sly, get you high, I got all of the supplies
Can't deny where I'm from, L.A. city I [?]
No surprise, feel like Pac and twist my fingers in a knot
Hold it, hold it down, I'm it fuck around and drown, yeah
Chuck stay around, got the hammer, fix your frown, yeah
Niggas swear they it, yeah, you look just like a clown
Say, my name and that money hold weight
Pound cake
Fuck shit up, forty-two, she flush
Rock and [?], stuff
With that Mac for [?]
Tell her back it up, repeat-peat while I'm pulling on her feefi
Going ape shit like [?], watch them hunnids go Hoodini, yeah
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, bust it down
Buck & Wild, yeah, that's my style, yeah
Fuck it up, fuck it up
Cana lyrics - Kid Ink (feat. 24hrs)
[Kid Ink:]
Yeah, oh, ooh
Oh, oh, oh
Tropicana
Baby, can I?
I got, I got, I got Tropicana
When I come into the spot they go Bananas
Head down to my shoe, drippin like the juice
See I'm living proof I got the juice I got the juice
I got, I got, I got Tropicana
When I pull up they can't touch me I go hammer
Head down to my shoe, drippin like the juice
See I'm living proof I got the juice I got the juice
Pour me up a four four
Drop it down and lean Ah
See you body cocoa
You tannin in that bikin-ah
Tappin on that Ass While I'm tappin this tequila
Knackin' actin Sister Sister with yo friend you must be Tia
Everytime I pull out what I smoke look like Irie doe
And everytime we party like my nigga just got free tho
We might not see the same world look different thru my Dita's
These hoes is all the same so I act different when I meet em
Switchin it up
Suicide watch, wrist with the cuts
Watch how I bust
Baby, you been with the shits and don't bother to flush
Sprayin the Dom, Bat is the gang and you know that we up to the sun
King of the city out in LA and I feel like LeBron
I got I got I got Tropicana
When I come into the spot they go Bananas
Head down to my shoe, drippin like the juice
See I'm living proof I got the juice I got the juice
I got I got I got Tropicana
When I pull up they can't touch me I go hammer
Head down to my shoe, drippin like the juice
See I'm living proof I got the juice I got the juice
[24hrs:]
Ooh Hoola Hoop Diamonds
Billboard 20 yeah 20 keep climbing
Ooh play my shit
Yeah everybody know Kid Ink got hits
Ooh Lambo Fast (huh)
Racked up shawty with the digital dash (huh)
Drinkin a Stella (huh)
Mason Margiela say I'm a good fella (huh)
Baby go spend it that pussy amazing I got no limit
I'm in it to win it
20 I'm off to Denace the Menace
She made me breakfast
Eggs and Grits wit a Tropicana
I'm on the bottom
Better angle for the camera
Miss Tropicana body tastes like Yogurt
Miss Tropicana know that she do Yoga
Miss Tropicana got stripes like she a Bengal
Miss Tropicana know all of the angles
[Kid Ink:]
I got I got I got Tropicana
When I come into the spot they go Bananas
Head down to my shoe, drippin like the juice
See I'm living proof I got the juice I got the juice
I got I got I got Tropicana
When I pull up they can't touch me I go hammer
Head down to my shoe, drippin like the juice
See I'm living proof I got the juice I got the juice
Champion lyrics - Kid Ink
Champion
Uh, I got a plan hit 'em with the switcher
Need my name at the top when you pour the list up
Everyday I treat the game like it's just a pickup
Treat a hundred for the club like it's just a pickup
Follow my pride and I did it all without a hiccup
Momma glad, tell me why you mad? Go get you a snicker
And when I tell my story it ain't for you to get sentimental
Where's the motivate? Gotta hussle like tha late great (Great)
Champion
I'm a champion
Champion
I'm a champion
Take another hit then I'm blowing down your fortress
Biggie with the .44 coming up your doorstep
Place so big gotta eat it with a forklift
Still tryna get richer, teacher told me to have more sense
I'm going in (goin' in), great number one like my Jordans
Once I get that trophy I'ma pour in it
Ride around the city doing tours with it
I'm still here, ten toes down to the floor with it (Tell 'em)
Champion
I'm a champion
Champion
I'm a-
Wait
Not just me but the whole team did it
Go and get them fitted
Tell 'em that's my word, either you rock with it or lean with it
Put a rich to your plans, you and all of your mans
Never had no shit, you never had no chance
Butter up that will, watch me slide it for the win
Head up to the stands, blessings amen
Restless, caged in
Watch when I'm lose
I will not lose
Y'all better move
Champion
I'm a champion
Champion
I'm a champion
Copy That lyrics - Kid Ink
You can catch me with the possé
Riding right behind me
Everybody in no matter where the cops be
Tell my bitch that she don't need a job like Tommy
Sit behind the rope feeling like Jim Ross
Only nigga that you know
In your city selling out the fucking show
Curtain closed on you nigga, just a joke
I been sitting sky high
Blunt full of fire, neck full of dry ice
It's Alumni army, copy that
Batgang in this bitch, where Ozzy at?
Biting heads off of all competition
Selling niggas game, I need all my commission
Listen
Keep it real baby, can't nobody fool me
In my own lane now I'm going full speed
Ain't alone, no I came with the full team
Ain't nobody in the way, I'm going full speed
I'm a young gunner, can't stop, won't stop
On a mission nigga, missionary on top
Rap radio killer, it's an onslaught
Feel like I'm looking in the mirror, get your own style
You're used to them lames, won't comment on it
Know you never seen this many bottles coming
Baby I'm the man, you should know about me
Throwing ones, I can't even see the floor around me
Tell the waitress I need change
One night with me your life will never be the same
Bitch I'm just flexing and finessing
With my main chick and my two niggas Smith and Wesson
Keep it real baby, can't nobody fool me
In my own lane now I'm going full speed
Ain't alone, no I came with the full team
Ain't nobody in the way, I'm going full speed
Dead Wrong lyrics - Kid Ink
(Benjamin and Pil)
Sorry if you feel like I was dead wrong
I'm just tryna keep my head on, ayy
Know we made it through the bad zone
I don't wanna hear no sad songs
Sorry if the shit I say is dead wrong
It's the part that we ain't plan on, ayy
Ain't a lap, bitch, this a marathon
But I ain't gon' be playin' fair long
Came into this shit without no big homie (Woo)
Watch 'em disappear, they couldn't bet on me
Made it to the top, but shit was real lonely
Ain't nobody show us nothin', engine still roarin'
Where the pressure? I don't stress it, never see me foldin'
Bustin' down the zaza, I gotta keep it rollin'
Yeah, twistin' up, but the bitch straight
We already made a million of a mixtape
World tourin', label askin' how we doin' this
Never had no handouts, had to prove this shit
Yeah, I made a couple moves I wouldn't do again
Please forgive me for my foolishness, still new to this
Sorry if you feel like I was dead wrong
I'm just tryna keep my head on, ayy
Know we made it through the bad zone
I don't wanna hear no sad songs
Sorry if the shit I say is dead wrong
It's the part that we ain't plan on, ayy
Ain't a lap, bitch, this a marathon
But I ain't gon' be playin' fair long
Get that shit by any means, yeah
Got a family and some kids to feed
On the way, I ain't mean to make no enemies
You ain't gotta say it, I can feel your energy, ayy
Interviews, playin' politics, I'm tired of this
Tried to put me on the shelf like some condiments
I just got up off the phone with my bottom bitch
Told that nigga let it go and keep it bottled in
Niggas act like they don't know, but that's a big bluff
Watch 'em come right back around like they missed us
I ain't trippin', knew this shit was just a hiccup
Now the clip fully loaded, got this shit tucked
Sorry if you feel like I was dead wrong
I'm just tryna keep my head on, ayy
Know we made it through the bad zone
I don't wanna hear no sad songs
Sorry if the shit I say is dead wrong
It's the part that we ain't plan on, ayy
Ain't a lap, bitch, this a marathon
But I ain't gon' be playin' fair long
Do It For LA (LAFC Anthem) lyrics - DJ Flict, Kid Ink & B-Real
Woo
It's game time
One time for the 3252
Y'all know what it is
City of Angels
Ya we gone do it for LA
"LA"
I love this city go LA
"LA"
LAFC all day all day all day
Kickin fire to the flame
"Kick the Fire"
Ya we gone do it for LA
"LA"
I love this city go LA
"LA"
LAFC all day all day all day
Ya we gone do it for LA
Ya we gone do it for LA
With the Clique
LA on the fitted
All black tee long live Nipsey
Palm trees
Hundred degrees
Baby came here for the summer and they leave
Know the dream need the cup and the ring
On a PJ with the team we ain't sitting by the wing
Hit the block like a 96 Impala
See what's tatted on my body
Ya we gone do it for LA
"LA"
I love this city go LA
"LA"
LAFC all day all day all day
Kickin fire to the flame
"Kick the Fire"
Ya we gone do it for LA
"LA"
I love this city go LA
"LA"
LAFC all day all day all day
Ya we gone do it for LA
Ya we gone do it for LA
Home of the stars
The candy cars the game is ours
You want the glory you know the story one common cause
Bring home the title
Yea we hold it up in celebration
Run the flag high
Ain't know need for conversation
LA city the city of champions if you feel me
Everybody make some noise yea we in the building
Champagne spilling
The thrill of victory
LAFC it's history
Ya we gone do it for LA
"LA"
I love this city go LA
"LA"
LAFC all day all day all day
Kickin fire to the flame
"Kick the Fire"
Ya we gone do it for LA
"LA"
I love this city go LA
"LA"
LAFC all day all day all day
Ya we gone do it for LA
Ya we gone do it for LA
Down 4 lyrics - Kid Ink
Uhh speakers up, loud weed
Rollin in the back seat
Smokin on that loud seed
The clouds in my back seat
I just want that
I just want that
Money like an athlete
Say that I'm the realest nigga
Here if you ask me
Uhh, yea I'm on fire
Come and ash me
Just crept in feelin
Greater than your Gatsby
You ain't gotta
You ain't gotta, gas me
High out the galaxy
No gravity
But I can feel her grabbin me
Shawty wanna little bit
Yeaa uhh take her home
Homicide
Kill that shit tempurpedic
I spill that shit still baby
You can feel that shit
Drippin down your legs
I'm about to go in I hope you
Ready for it
Uhhhh it ain't hard to tell
I gotta question for you
I ain't really into guessing
So just tell me what you down for
Tell me what you down for
Tell me what you down for
Tell me what you down for
This ain't nothin new
Baby you should come around more
We could have a good time
That's what she around for
Tell me what you down for
Tell me what you down for
Tell me what you down
Fooooorrrr, yeaaaahhh
We can get into it
I tell her I said turn the speakers up
Now we don't give a fuck
Blunt lit one hit go me on some good shit
Bat tat tat batgang what it is bitch
Four B's up you can tell' em big business
Uh, know we run it like spreets
Bet a hunit that your mans he can't do it like this
Bet his wrist ain't blueish like crips
Rozay blood gang, take a sip & a sue
Damn you got me talking crazy, looking for some action, let conversation
Acting like you basic, you knew when you wore that, that I was gonna holla
So baby girl just call back, I need all that, now
Uhh speakers up, loud weed
Rollin in the back seat
Smokin on that loud seed
The clouds in my back seat
I just want that
I just want that
Money like an athlete
Say that I'm the realest nigga
Here if you ask me
Yeah, we can get into it
Yeah, we can get into it
Yeah, we can get into it
Egh
I said gon' get into girl, show me how you do it girl
Gon' get into girl, show me how you do it ugh
FCUKIZYOUDOIN lyrics - Kid Ink
I just heard DZL on the beat
Rocket Ship Shawty
Fuck is you doin'?
Ayy, comin' in hot
Fresh out the bubbling pot
Throw me the rock
I pull my weight like The Rock
You can't even hold down your block
Fuck is you doin'?
Say that your whip out the lot
You prolly live on the side
Do pickups and not
Tryna get chicks from the bar
Bitch only gave you a star (Wait)
Fuck is you doin'?
Ayy, talkin' 'bout drip
I could buy all of your chains with one of my wrists, ayy
Shine like December, look at you like one of my kids
Fuck is you doin'?
Ayy, check all the stats
No, I'm not one to brag, this is just facts
Helped put the shit on the map
You just been settin' it back
Fuck is you doin'?
Indica, heavy
Smell like you smoking on Reggie
Backwood is fatter than settie
Your blend is thin as spaghetti
Just keep your shit to the left
I'm high, you're just high in debt
I don't do behind your back, ayy
I say it direct (Wait)
Fuck is you doin'?
Ayy, I'ma tell you like a bro
You need more control of your hoes
She all in the 'Gram with no clothes
Pussy popping, it's striking a pose
I hope that you hittin' a lick
You better be gettin' a check
I heard that you takin' the pics (Woah)
Fuck is you doin?
Man, it's a shame
Most of these niggas is strange
Won't ever change, eh
Say that they bang
But they ain't never been with the gang
Fuck is you doin'?
I stayed the same
You should just stay in your lane, sit with the lames
Heard that you been throwing shots
Need to go work on your aim
Go hit the range
How could you miss me
I'm running the city like Ricky
Just living my life like a hippie
You ain't make a move 'cause you iffy
The time is still ticking
The fuck is you doin'?
I'ma make sure they remember me
You just gon' end up a memory
How could we really be friends when you still go fuck with the enemy?
Fuck is you doin'?
Nah, that ain't really my energy
All the real niggas, they feeling me
I take a shot, like I'm in a [?]
The addy, it boost my abilities, wooh, ayy
I just stepped into my zone
Lately, I feel like the GOAT
Niggas ain't on what I'm on, you're just a clone
Fuck is you doin'?
Ayy, boy get a grip
Say, that you toting a stick
But money ain't as long as a clip
Bitch, fuck is you doin'?
Repping the city of bronze
Ever since, I put my show, been balling like Yoann
And the blunt it so funky like cumin
I come with the lap, booming
You feeling the moment
The flow is so silly, it's stupid
You take any eight of my verses
I walk in the bank and I load it
You tryna fit in like a groupie
Fuck is you doin'?
Feel It lyrics - Kid Ink (feat. Los & Meek Mill)
Can you feel it?
You can turn me up
Can you feel it?
You can turn me up
So you can feel it
You can turn me up
I got a bottle on me
Shots on three, Can you feel it?
[Kid Ink:]
Yeah, I could feel it on the way, never fray
In the building like, this is where I stay
My estate, put your drink in the air if you relate
Plenty fish in the sea, we throwing money like bait, uhh
Now let me see you shake your body off tempo
Your body so cold and I can see all of the symptoms
If you come into my section, you ain't even gotta mention
It's about a couple bitches, bag of Swishas on my niggas and we
Getting it, you should come and feel this
Live the sweet life, need a filling
Take a hit then inhale and release
Gotta pocket full of trees, baby we ain't gotta leave till you feel it
Can you feel it?
You can turn me up
Can you feel it?
You can turn me up
So you can feel it
You can turn me up
I got a bottle on me
Shots on three, Can you feel it?
[LoS:]
Let's go baby
I told her honey how you feel?
If I could I would marry you, But for now I just bury you
In 20 dollar bills, uhhhh
My watch be winking at you, my link be blowing kisses
Yea bitch I'm blowing money, like Ink be blowing swishes
I'm swinging low on dishes, them guts all yellow
My paint sky blue, you could say my car mellow
I get your girl to get ghost bored, I go hard
If I post up on this, she'll be sending you post cards
She love how fucking a celebrity feel
I Roberto Cavali her body, Giseppi the heel
I'm definitely chill, we drop top in them Beverly Hills
And we be rolling rolling blowing strong
Going going going, gone
Can you feel it?
You can turn me up
Can you feel it?
You can turn me up
So you can feel it
You can turn me up
I got a bottle on me
Shots on three, Can you feel it?
[Milli Millz:]
Uh uh, Ho you don't feel it when I guess you paraplegic
Start sunning niggas, I think I'm playing with Phoenix
And I'm balling with my shot like I'm Gilbert Arenas
And I'm breaking birdies down, Serena and Venus
Go turn it up, set a nigga steady burn it up
Clothes stay hotter than furnace, they waiting on me like hurry up
Yea, I'm on the web like Charlotte
Don't panic, don't clutch, Glen Rice with the Hornets
She's like real city nigga, I need me a Bugatti
Talking bout the game, in a pocket like polly
And all my niggas that he ride with, chrome
Put that metal to your side like an iPhone 4
And that's when you
Can you feel it?
You can turn me up
Can you feel it?
You can turn me up
So you can feel it
You can turn me up
I got a bottle on me
Shots on three, Can you feel it?
Feels Good To Be Up lyrics - Kid Ink
I hope you ready to go
We in the fast lane, lettin' it blow
Movin' it full speed, foot to the floor
Now can't nobody catch me
I ain't tryna brag, get the message
I took a seat in the back, but now I'm front of the lens
I swear if they only knew, knew, just what we been (through)
Made a couple of moves, and lost a couple of friends
The only thing that ain't changed is bein' me to the end
And I keep a team watching my back
Ride or die watching my stacks
If I throw it all in the air
Promise she won't know how to act
Man it feels good to be up
Man it feels good to be up
Man it feels good to be up
Man it feels good to be up
I gotta keep a bank roll, kicks on my toes
Somethin' that you've prolly never seen
I gotta keep a bad chick, ass fat as her lips
Damn girl you know just what I need
You know I gotta keep it movin' all night, know the timin' is right
All these bottles, man, she never gon' leave
I've been down but it feels good to be up
Feels good to be up
Feels good to be up
Feels good to be up
Okay, the moment is right
Take time as I walk through the light
Look around, ain't nobody in sight, that do what I do
I came from nothin' at all so tell me, what can I lose?
They tell me go hard or go home in the city where I'm from
I'ma scream loud and proud 'til there's no air in my lungs
Man feels good to be up, patron up in my cup
No care in the world, I ain't scared of nothin'
I keep a hundred ones in my lap
Keep it rollin' like craps
If I throw it all in the air
Bet I make it all back
Man it feels good to be up
Man it feels good to be up
Man it feels good to be up
Man it feels good to be up
I gotta keep a bank roll, kicks on my toes
Somethin' that you've prolly never seen
I gotta keep a bad chick, ass fat as her lips
Damn girl you know just what I need
You know I gotta keep it movin' all night, know the timin' is right
All these bottles, man, she never gon' leave
I've been down but it feels good to be up
Feels good to be up
Feels good to be up
Feels good to be up
I started from nothin' it's alright
Now that we on can't tell me nothin' bout mine
You ain't know I started from nothin' it's alright
Now that we on can't tell me nothin' bout mine
You ain't know I took a seat in the back but now I'm front of the lens
If they only knew, knew, just what we been (through)
Man it feels good to be up
Man it feels good to be up
Man it feels good to be up
Man it feels good to be up
I gotta keep a bank roll, kicks on my toes
Somethin' that you've prolly never seen
I gotta keep a bad chick, ass fat as her lips
Damn girl you know just what I need
You know I gotta keep it movin' all night, know the timin' is right
All these bottles, man, she never gon' leave
I've been down but it feels good to be up
Feels good to be up
Feels good to be up
Feels good to be up
Fired Up lyrics - Kid Ink (feat. Styles P)
[Kid Ink:]
Said I ain't tryna put no pressure but this high last forever
I ain't tryna put no pressure but this high... (I Said)
It don't matter the time, I spark it
If you really wanna get high, I spark it
Light Up The Whole Place, I spark It
See them Bottles Comin My Way, I spark it
Right before I burn it down
Stay fired up, burn one
Stay Fired up (yeah)
You know that, you know that
I stay fired up, burn one
Stay Fired up (yeah)
You know that, you know
When it comes to the dro (that's what I know)
When it comes to the hoes (that's what I know)
When it comes to the drinks (that's what I know)
When it comes to the bank (that's what I know)
When it comes to the dro (that's what I know)
When it comes to the hoes (that's what I know)
When it comes to the drinks (that's what I know)
When it comes to the bank (that's what I know)
Yup
That's what I know
That kush, that's what I blow
That Ten, that's my ho
This life, that's what I chose
Got the city all on my back, team from on my hat
It's just me and my posse on the broadway like CATS (Hol up)
Bitch! Lights Out, I don't even know what the hype 'bout
I ain't been high since sixteen, when I use to hang in the sixties
Bet them motherfuckas miss me, now a nigga ball like six rings
Tryna take off to the moon, just hit up my phone
And call me rocketship, Shawty Opposite of them guys you with, honestly
This life I live will make you feel like you was fucking omniscient
I ain't promising that, you gon like it
But really open your eyelids, we fired up right here
I said
It don't matter the time, I spark it
If you really wanna get high, I spark it
Light Up The Whole Place, I spark It
See them Bottles Comin My Way, I spark it
Right before I burn it down
Stay fired up, burn one
Stay Fired up (yeah)
You know that, you know that
I stay fired up, burn one
Stay Fired up (yeah)
You know that, you know
[Styles P:]
Roll up, park it up
I roll up, spark it up
So dope, so rap
Everything to tear the market up
Get fly, get high
Chocolate Diesel just to get by
Girl scout cookies, six five
Ghost in the shit, and the shit lie
Me and my niggas like the flavor strain
Make a lot of money, watch your neighbors change
Switch to computer, watch the data change
All of my guns come with the laser aim
Daytime, we spark it up
Night time, we spark it up
Juice Bar, we Bark it up
Drop the body roll a carpet up
Ghost in, roll the carpets out
Red ones, match my eyes
Yeah niggah, [?]
It don't matter the time, I spark it
If you really wanna get high, I spark it
Light Up The Whole Place, I spark It
See them Bottles Comin My Way, I spark it
Right before I burn it down
Stay fired up, burn one
Stay Fired up (yeah)
You know that, you know that
I stay fired up, burn one
Stay Fired up (yeah)
You know that, you know
When it comes to the dro (that's what I know)
When it comes to the hoes (that's what I know)
When it comes to the drinks (that's what I know)
When it comes to the bank (that's what I know)
Burn One
Go Ahead And Burn One
Nigga
Burn one
Fly 2 Mars lyrics - Kid Ink (feat. Rory Fresco)
(Got it on smash)
(OG Parker)
[Rory Fresco:]
Let's do it (Yeah)
I go hard (I go hard)
And let these fuck niggas tell it, woo (Tell it)
Yeah, I'm not no star (Not no star)
You ridin' in a rental, that's not your car, okay (Skrrt, skrrt)
High as stars (Stars), okay
Go fly to Mars (Mars), okay
Bitch, I'm in charge (Charge), okay
Okay, let's start (Yeah)
[Kid Ink:]
I go hard
Green Goyard (Yeah)
Valencia Park, ayy
My planet's Mars, ayy, but I'm the man up in this bitch
I brought sand to the beach, brought Gucci sandals on that bitch (Yeah)
Now you know who rolled the blunt, so don't be tamperin' with that shit (Woah)
One more shot of '42 and she'll be dancing on that dick (Go)
All them hoes with you like that shit, there's a Prancer in your clique (Hey)
See what's dancing on my wrist (Wrist), this a Rollie, shit don't, bitch
[Rory Fresco:]
Let's do it (Yeah)
I go hard (I go hard)
And let these fuck niggas tell it, woo (Tell it)
Yeah, I'm not no star (Not no star)
You ridin' in a rental, that's not your car, okay (Skrrt, skrrt)
High as stars (Stars), okay
Go fly to Mars (Mars), okay
Bitch, I'm in charge (Charge), okay
Okay, let's start, ayy (Let's go)
Pullin' up in a Rolls Ghost (Uh), put it in park (Okay)
Diamonds don't need no flash on it, they shine in the dark (In the dark)
My shit bite, no bark (Bark)
I'm talking 'bout big bite just like shark (Shark)
These niggas never play they part
They yellin', runnin' they mouth like narcs (Like narcs)
Yeah, yeah, hold up, yeah
I heard the pack just touched down, nigga, roll up (Roll some' up)
She said she wanna lick me up and down like a Fruit Roll-Up
Wherever I go to, they know us (Know us)
'Nother shot to the head, pour up (Throw up)
I ain't never been scared
Let's do it (Yeah, let's go)
I go hard (I go hard)
And let these fuck niggas tell it, woo (Tell it)
Yeah, I'm not no star (Not no star)
You ridin' in a rental, that's not your car, okay (Skrrt, skrrt)
High as stars (Stars), okay
Go fly to Mars (Mars), okay
Bitch, I'm in charge (Charge), okay
Okay, let's start (Ayy, okay, let's start)
[Kid Ink:]
We make all this shit happen with no love, ayy
Came up out the dirt, nigga, with no dust, ayy
Keep it G, the real ones always show love, ayy
Ask around the city, yeah, they know cuz
Ayy, run in the bank
Running the game, don't fumble the flame (No)
I'm comin' through, better stay in your lane (Ayy)
You see the Z on the 'Vette, ain't the same (Skrrt)
Call me Patrón, I'm the head of the game
Give me a shot and I'm lettin' it bang (Bang)
Talk to these bitches in nothin' but slang
Couple of y'all and she dance in the rain (Ooh)
I go hard with it, you just got hard feelings (Buster)
They talk like star witness, I pull up in all my fitness
Just tryna mind my business
We blowin' blunts, no kisses (Mwah)
Swim in that dough like fishes
Watch how I do it
[Rory Fresco:]
Let's do it (Yeah)
I go hard (I go hard)
And let these fuck niggas tell it, woo (Tell it)
Yeah, I'm not no star (Not no star)
You ridin' in a rental, that's not your car, okay (Skrrt, skrrt)
High as stars (Stars)
Go fly to Mars (Mars)
Bitch, I'm in charge (Charge)
Okay, let's start
Yeah, yeah, hold up (Hold up), yeah
(Got it on smash)
(Rocketship Shawty)
Full Speed lyrics - Kid Ink
I'm ridin' round with the windows up (up)
Doin' a hunit on the dashboard (go)
Feelin' like can't nobody catch me (no)
Headed to the top, baby, full speed (ahead)
I said you might need a telescope (yeah)
If you tryna see where we goin' (go)
Feelin' like can't nobody catch me (no)
Headed to the top, baby, full speed (ahead)
I said can't nobody catch up, I ain't tryna come off cocky
This is more of a confession how we made it through the struggle
Had a bunch of learning lessons, I ain't never buy the phone
But I hope you get the message, I'm...
Lookin' left and right, hoping everything pans out
Always had my foot in, never had no handouts
See, I work for everything, married to the game, no wedding ring
You can tell 'em we made it here at last like Etta James
Yeah, shine brighter than ever before
See the light gold drippin' like a waterfall
We movin' at a steady flow
Roll, just let me know when you ready to go (go)
I'm ridin' 'round with the windows up (up)
Doin' a hundred on the dashboard (go)
Feelin' like can't nobody catch me (no)
Headed to the top, baby, full speed (ahead)
I said you might need a telescope (yeah)
If you tryna see where we goin' (go)
Feelin' like can't nobody catch me (no)
Headed to the top, baby, full speed (ahead)
I said can't nobody stop me
Flame on, got to burn it down in the hot seat
Never slowin' up with the windows shut
No wind, just AC, wish somebody would race me (yeah)
Out of here, hop in and we adios
Who winning, it's obvious
Them other dudes ain't even close
I can show you things, show you things you ain't even know
Speedin' down the fast lane, I don't know what it mean to coast
Now I'm higher than ever before
In the clouds, lookin' for the star of the show
We, movin' at a steady flow
Roll, just let me know when you ready to go
I'm ridin' round with the windows up (up)
Doin' a hunit on the dashboard (go)
Feelin' like can't nobody catch me (no)
Headed to the top, baby, full speed (ahead)
I said you might need a telescope (yeah)
If you tryna see where we goin' (go)
Feelin' like can't nobody catch me (no)
Headed to the top, baby, full speed (ahead)
Gassed Up lyrics - Kid Ink
Okay
One big chain but it feel like 2 doe
Big ass whip, they don't make it in a two-door
Two big blunts to the head like a tumor
Steady laughing to the bank
Bitch I got a lot of humor
See you gassed up, don't be a hype beast
I look around, niggas dressed just like me
I pull the same hoes in a white tee
Shine bright, diamonds need a fucking ice tray
Eyesight gone, I'm a fuckin' liability
Life's been a bitch since I took that ho's virginity
I lost my emotions, can't find sympathy
High off life and can't nobody intervene
Bitch I'm blowing up like AP Chemistry
Feels like a menace since I went in on my enemies
Never gave a fuck 'bout a sucka nigga anyway
That heater on the dresser, still trynna find my inner peace
Now you don't wanna see me unleash my inner beast
R.I.P. the club in loving memory
Wake up in the morning and I can't remember anything
Probably shouldn't have drank with my stomach so empty
Shit I'm wilding, see it in my face
See the keys if it drop you should get up out the way
Man I'm sitting on the world looking into outer space
Sitting around you squares got me feeling outta shape
It's Alumni bitch, know I repping to the grave
ATM pull the pin out like the grenade
And money rain all on that ass like a bidet
This Bat Gang bang, got them throwing up that OK
All up in your face, in your face like olé
I'm just getting started but the game is fucking OV
Hit you with that fire baby, right off up the stove top
Meet me at the Shell, Mobil or the Chevron, bitch I
See you gassed up, don't be a hype beast
I look around, niggas dressed just like me
I pull the same hoes in a white tee
Shine bright, diamonds need a fucking ice tray
I said it's Rocketshipshawty, Kid Ink baby, K.I
Call me by my name but don't call me in the daytime
I don't really skate but I got these bitches in line
Know you niggas thought I would've changed when the deal signed
Up all night, take a look into my pale eyes
Gotta keep it G till my mothafuckin' demise
Whip it, whip it hard, can't park this ho
'Bout to buy a crib big as a department store
I ain't scared of nobody and I don't know no other way
Them dudes you with is nobody's, we shutting down the VIP
Table full of baddies bunch of Rihannas and Beyonces
Nigga played his cards right, all I got is ace of spades
'Bout to hit a homerun, bases loaded, safe to say
I been fuckin' on one, you just finally seen today
Gassed up, gassed gassed up
Get The Fuck Out lyrics - Kid Ink
Out, said I'ma need you to get the fuck up
Or, so don't sit around
Ay, what you came for?
Know I came with my niggas and the bank roll
Sorry I ain't tryna sound like an A-hole
But I don't need you acting like a stank ho, ay ho
Straight up tryna figure out your angle
It could be the heels fucking up your ankles
Now ain't nobody mad at you but
Just wanna see that ass on you go
Up, bust it back and forth
With your attitude don't take it personal
Cash up face down with your purse on the floor
V.I.P. player I'm the person to know
I said
Why you even, out, with an attitude
You know I'm tryna wild, so don't sit around
Don't sit around, or I'ma need you to get out
So don't sit around or I'ma need you to get the fuck out
And quit it with the bullshit
Always tryna play it cool whip
When, a nigga wetter than a pool dip
Almost done with the full fifth
You was good at first and then you full flip
I'ma need you to get out
Club going up I don't need you to sit down
Tryna get high go on pass that shit round
Be, careful when you hit it
And you should drink lesser of that Henney
Let me get champagne for the champions
You ain't gotta worry about a damn thing
When, you fucking with a nigga
Heavy now she fucking with a nigga
Check my wrist it's a Rollie on mine
And you could be doing something better with your time
I said
Why you even, out, with an attitude
You know I'm tryna wild, so don't sit around
Don't sit around, or I'ma need you to get out
So don't sit around or I'ma need you to get the fuck out
Hear Them Talk (Freestyle) lyrics - Kid Ink
You people have been chosen
To reveal our existence to the world
You will witness what happens here today, and you will tell of it later
Yeah, Uh, Weed in the blunt, bitch in my lap
I can hear them talk, we ain't worried bout that, though (no)
No, you ain't gotta front (front), had the time of your life
You know how that go (yeah), do it just how I like
You-you-you know what it is on sight: Alumni batgang; up all night
Niggas smell like pussies, act like dykes
Better watch yo hand cause I just might bite (Uh)
Beat up the beat
Hook to the left, uppercut to the right
I'm the shit, better get a wet wipe
And cuff yo chick, lock down yo wife, now what?
Shoe box money, I don't need a bank
Got a 9 millimeter, I don't need a safe
Bitch it's Up and Away, I don't need a cape
But I'm ready for the rapture like Anita Baker
Molly got my face turned
Feeling like a bad boy right before Mase turn
Bitch I'm goin' in, cutting lines, I don't wait turns
Smoking on that Kill Bill, make her sign a waiver, then I give that ho the vapors
Now you will receive us
We do not ask for your poor, or your hungry
We do not want your tired and sick
It is your corrupt
It is your evil that will be sucked by us
Yeah, Uh, Weed in the blunt, bitch in my lap
I can hear them talk, we ain't worried bout that, though (no)
No, you ain't gotta front (front), had the time of your life
You know how that go (yeah), do it just how I like
I got a bitch in the back, got a ho in the front
Two at the same damn time, both rolling a blunt
Their red eyes looking like that time of the month
Said money talking and these motherfuckers sound like monks
Tell them, they ain't saying much
Up late, but it's looking like lunch
I make in a week, in a month, in a day, what you motherfuckers make in a lifetime
Got your girl in my eyesight, and I'm all in her iPod
Say, she see me on HotNewHipHop "You is a motherfucking icon"
Hold up shawty
These are not polite suggestions. These are
Roll up
Cause of behavior
And those of you that ignore them will pay the dearest cost
There are varying degrees of evil
Up and Away yeah!
Filth
Not to push the bounds and cross
Woo
Into true corruption, into our domain
June 12th
But if you do
One day you will look
I said
You will see we three
HotNewHipHop what up
We will send you towards ever god, you wish
Bitch!
His & Hers lyrics - Kid Ink
Might just trip
Is she had enough
Then take your side
And fight one for you
We like the strip
Slay the blunt
Made of mine
Now she loyal
Hang around all my fokes'
Cool with my all bro's
She got all the codes
Sing how I get my dough
She know they board
Said my probs
So I ain't never gotta share mine
Ain't no prob' let it show
With my chain, let it glow
And shine
Cop that his and hers for the time (ahh)
Don't gotta keep no tabs
Send her to get the bags
I just got to ask
Is that your girl?
That's your chick
She don't hold me I might just trip
Hold shit down
That's so chill
Know the story, I'm not gon' tell
Might fuck up and wants you to fail
She don't want you to write no poems
Get her to the room and write them all
Might just trip
Is she had enough
Then take your side
And fight one for you
We like the strip
Slay the blunt
Made of mine
Now she loyal
Yeah
Gotta show you some respect
Celebrating with my whip
I pull up and hit the deck
Yeah
Give me more and nothing less
Ain't no question know what's next
I roll up she pass the test
Made of mine (ya)
Help turn me from a k9
Hit the Molly tell her lose her mind
Chanel just came out with that new design
I said
That's just what she has for me
Shawty ride or die me
Remind me of my Chevrolet
Ain't never been scared
Might kick a bitch like Kevin gates (ahh)
Don't gotta keep no tabs
Send her to get the bags
I just got to ask
Is that your girl?
That's your chick
She don't hold me I might just trip
Hold shit down
That's so chill
Know the story, I'm not gon' tell
Might fuck up and wants you to fail
She don't want you to write no poems
Get her to the room and write them all
Might just trip
Is she had enough
Then take your side
And fight one for you
We like the strip
Slay the blunt
Made of mine
Now she loyal
Holy Grail lyrics - Kid Ink
Sippin' from this holy grail
I get motivated by myself
The hustle made it hard to fail
Everybody rolling gon' prevail
I just made another sell
Product falling off the scale
Money got me on the spell
Follow me I lead the trail
Can't nobody help me back
Back against the wall, 'bout to make it crack
Numbers never lyin', I got all the facts
I been on the grind like I popped a X
Talking to God, he said it's all a test
Give it some time and I handle all the rest
I been going through some problems, I could tell all the press
But I need more than a minute to get it off my chest, yeah
Well need no help from y'all
Been a minute since you hit me with a text or a call, wait
Now I'm on here I got the beam on the target
I promise that you niggas never see me cold hearted
Get it before now watch me take it to ten
I had a milli in hand before the label was in
Just got to stick to the plan and keep it real with the fans
I took a hit on the chin, they'll never get me again
Sippin' from this holy grail
I get motivated by myself
The hustle made it hard to fail
Everybody rolling gon' prevail
I just made another sell
Product falling off the scale
Money got me on the spell
Follow me I lead the trail
I don't need no GPS
'Cause now I'm seeing shit clearer than VVS
Still on my way to the top and I seen the best fall
I never left just had to clean up the mess, oh yeah yeah
Nigga just read 'em, I'm about to feed 'em
Feeling like a slave, I been fighting for my freedom
They be throwin' curves, watch me hit the shit like Jeter
Tryna get that cape, but revenge is even sweeter
Don't trip I got it
Man losing is not a topic
I know that I got the product
They let me go, where's the problem?
We made this shit from the bottom
But quit it baby I'm not him
The way that I came up out here
Was never gon' be forgotten
Sippin' from this holy grail
I get motivated by myself
The hustle made it hard to fail
Everybody rolling gon' prevail
I just made another sell
Product falling off the scale
Money got me on the spell
Follow me I lead the trail
How Would You Like It lyrics - Kid Ink
How would you like it if I spent some time?
If I made you mine, if I eased your mind?
How would you like it?
How would you like it?
How would you like if I spent some time?
Made you mine? Ease your mind?
How would you like it
How would you like it
I wanna know, I wanna know, yeah
Do you need me sittin' on the phone, girl?
Company when you all alone, girl
You wanna leave, we could get flown
I wanna know, I wanna know, yeah
You the type like takin' chances
Hit the mall when you gettin' fancy
New diamonds are break dancin' (Ay)
Just let me know how you like it
Can't read your mind, not a psychic
Let me know how to walk in the night, yeah
Big energy, charged up like a Titan
Big fish, no Pisces
We could take a trip somewhere on a private
Fuckin' on a island, can't stay silent
Casa and the zaza for your highness
How would you like it if I spent some time?
If I made you mine, if I eased your mind?
How would you like it?
How would you like it? (Let's go)
How would you like if I spent some time?
Made you mine? (Yeah) Ease your mind
How would you like it
How would you like it (Hey)
I wanna know, I wanna know, yeah
If you tryna do this forever
Girl you looking into something better
Never know till that shit gone (Gone)
I wanna know, I wanna know, yeah
Can we turn nothing into something? (Yeah)
One touch turn into fuckin' (Oh yeah)
Say your friends that she gotta go
Quick fast, whip splash, big tabs, hit Hermes
Eenie-miny-moe when she pick her bags (Yeah)
I just did a show and I picked up cash
Tell her ain't no limit like Hershey
Belle Route when you thirsty
Just let me know if you worth it
I can put my name on it like a jersey
How would you like it if I spent some time?
If I made you mine, if I eased your mind?
How would you like it?
How would you like it?
How would you like if I spent some time
Made you mine? Ease your mind
Insane lyrics - Kid Ink
Yo, First off haters fuck em
No bedtime stories but you know somebody tuckin'
As my dough gets nice they just come by the dozen
But them hoes still love me like my name John Tucker
'Bout to serve these niggas
But I ain't the butler
They just look like food
So I treat em like supper
What it is..whats up
We're talking slick like butter
Cause my name my ring bells, let me in bzz..buzzer
For I kick in the door like the late B.I
If it ain't about B.I. then I will not respond
Nine o'clock tea time
No I never punched out so I don't got free time
Takin' straight shots at niggas think that I need ..?
Gotta list fulla haters get behind the line
With my middle fingers up and its an obvious sign
That I ain't even transform in my optimus prime
What I do they gon' do like bin laden is high
When I come through you know it's going down bitch sly
We rollin' up that sticky icky
Feel like my shit slime
Everywhere we go we smell like prime
I'm fly yah two z's from heaven
When you see me in the club its 2k11
And how dare a muthafucker say my flow is elementary
I could really give two f's like fendi
We ain't goin' nowhere
Nigga see you in a century
Yeah I been in the hood please go all the way to century
I'm a real muthafucker and you just a mirage
Three blunts in the air you could call it a minage
On my passport swag, bookin' shows in mulan
And I ain't even got a deal but my hand is lookin' strong
And I ain't done tryin' to write more songs than songs
Thank God that I'm alive
Praise 'em up they long crash landed in the game bout to call 'em out home
Can't nobody tell me what I did wrong
But they say that I'm insane
A little crazy, bitch I'm gettin' paid
Money never change me, I put that on the range and that mercedes jukin? in my lane
But you chase me
Baby I'm insane
A little crazy bitch I'm gettin' paid
Money never change me, I put that on the range and that mercedes jukin? in my lane
But you chase me if you wanna
But I'm a goner
Yeah, I said I'm a goner
Just Chill lyrics - Kid Ink
Just Chill
Party gackin, roller backin, just chill
Fuck her, everybody acting, just chill
You keep trackin what I'm packin, just chill
Girl I know you want some action, just chill
Baby just wait till we solo, just chill
J' try to keep it on the low low, just chill
Cuz we got time all night, just chill
I know whats going through your mind
I know exactly what you thinkin bout, babe
It's gona be a minute before we leavin now, jus wait
You talkin dirty dirty like the south
I said you better watch the next thing comin out your mouth
Using all your little movements grab on my Ksubis, that ain't no illusion
This just ain't the time baby, I and I refusin
Everybody looking like they'll get a room n', wait
Girl just hit the blunt, we don't roll no runs
We like Jay and B always on the run
I see all the signs, later I'ma make you mine
You so fuckin fine but don't get out of line
Just Chill
Party gackin, roller backin, just chill
Fuck her, everybody acting, just chill
You keep trackin what I'm packin, just chill
Girl I know you want some action, just chill
Baby just wait till we solo, just chill
J' try to keep it on the low low, just chill
Cuz we got time all night, just chill
I know whats going through your mind
I know whats going through it
We been going through it
Might just let her do it
She lives the fast life
My little bad vibe
Her louie off white
Bikram keep that ass tight
Gave her that magic stick
Her mouth do magic tricks
Shawty a sex addict
But she the best at it
Girl you a real savage
Dancin just like Megan thee Stallion
Watch you hit the challenge
Rockin my medallion
Said I'm almost in the mood
Sippin on this bel-la-roo
Tryin to shoot we can salute
Thats some shit I can't refuse, oouu
Girl you know I got some work to do
How you think I bought those birkin and those merkin shoes
Girl don't give me no ultimatums, girl it hurt to choose
I already know the problems this could turn into, so
Just Chill
Party gackin, roller backin, just chill
Fuck her, everybody acting, just chill
You keep trackin what I'm packin, just chill
Girl I know you want some action, just chill
Baby just wait till we solo, just chill
J' try to keep it on the low low, just chill
Cuz we got time all night, just chill
I know whats going through your mind
I know whats going through it
You been going through it
Might just let her do it (yeah yeah)
(Rocketship shawty)
Keep It Rollin Pt. 2 lyrics - Kid Ink
Rocketship shawty
Don't you hesitate to light it up lil' mama
Woohoo
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Girl I love it when you roll me one
Pack the bag lil' baby know what's up
I got my queen and play the royal flush
Just look up in the sky, yeah, you know what's up
Ridin' in that rocket feelin' like the jets
Topless let your hair blow out the 911, woah
Every time I swerve baby grab the cup
One hand on the wheel, one hand on her butt
That's the way we slidin', that's my ride or die bi'
We been on some high shit, don't know where the time went
I'm your push up baby which you want and I supply it
Don't get too excited (Oh yeah)
Just
Go and take another hit and hold it
Baby she's just like one of the homies
Let it out your mouth but do it slowly
Girl we never stop, just keep it rollin'
Lipstick all over the blunt, aye (All over the blunt, aye)
Don't you hesitate to light it up, lil' mama
Looking like the playmate of the month, aye
Ridin' in a hotbox, feelin' like a sauna
Blow it fast, so we don't slow dance
We hit the strip club
She help me throw bands
Don't waste your time tryna take me
You got no chance
Shawty got my name tatted on a flower plant (Shawty)
Let's leave, somewhere we can Jetski
Sittin' by the palm trees, smoking on the best weed
When I get you home, let her show ya how I test weeds
Baby love it OG, no [?]
We keep it roooooll-roooll (Go ahead)
Aye, said every time we get together think I might OD?
In the whip hands free, you're my backseat freak (Freak)
That's the way we slidin', that's my ride or die bi'
We been on some high shit, don't know where the time went
I'm your push up baby which you want and I supply it
Don't get too excited (Oh yeah)
Just
Go and take another hit and hold it
Baby she's just like one of the homies
Let it out your mouth but do it slowly
Girl we never stop, just keep it rollin'
Lipstick all over the blunt, aye (All over the blunt, aye)
Don't you hesitate to light it up, lil' mama
Looking like the playmate of the month, aye
Ridin' in a hotbox, feelin' like a sauna
Ohhhohh
Girl I love it when you roll me one
Woohoo
Lipstick all over the blunt, aye
What you doing lil' mama?
Kiss The Sky lyrics - Kid Ink (feat. Hit Wxnder)
[Kid Ink:]
Ah, yeah
Ah, yeah
Pull up in that whip and make it skrrt
Hop inside the leather, soft as fur
Rollin' up that sticky, got the syrup (Yeah)
Go 'head push the button, baby
Throw the ceiling back and I just blow the sky a kiss
Full of smoke, said if they want it, niggas know what time it is
Big face Rollie match my babies, you ain't on this kind of drip
The whole city goin' crazy like my team just got the 'chip (Yeah)
Ring on the fist (Fist)
Look like we won us a championship (Yeah)
I never switch (No), some niggas flip
Really ain't know how to handle this shit
Shootin' my shot, They see the skirt
Took over risk. tryna get rich
Rockstar livin', was signing them tits (Ayy)
Rappin' this shit, I was blessed with a gift (Ayy)
Put on my haters, the city is back
Live by the code, die by the flags
Stop with the chat, all of it's cap
Keep throwin' jabs, I'ma react
I got a girl but you all on my dick
You wouldn't know how to handle my bitch
I get her Chanel like it's Christmas, got everything on her wish list
That Porsche Gold, two double O
Watch out, I run 'em over
Fake niggas, they come and go
Real ones, they run low, woah
Everything covered in gold
Me and the money don't fold
This shit'll never get old (No)
Game will forever be told (Aw yeah)
Pull up in that whip and make it skrrt (Yeah)
Hop inside the leather, soft as fur
Rollin' up that sticky, got the syrup (Yeah)
Go 'head push the button, baby
Throw the ceiling back and I just blow the sky a kiss
Full of smoke, said if they want it, niggas know what time it is
Big face Rollie match my babies, you ain't on this kind of drip
The whole city goin' crazy like my team just got the 'chip
[Hit Wxnder:]
I never switch up, never switch up on my brodies
Your girl tryna be my one and only
Why you all in the club actin' like you know me? (Know me)
Just 'cause I got a check, now all these lil' bitches, they on me (That's facts)
But I cannot fuck with a fake (That's facts)
Bitch, get out of my face (That's facts)
I do not want you, I'm straight (Ooh ooh)
You want me back, it's too late (Late)
My wrist is wet like a lake
I don't care, I let 'em hate (Ooh ooh)
I pulled up with a clique and you know we won't stop, lil' bitch (Pulled up with a clique)
Started from the bottom like Drake but I'm headed to the top, lil' bitch
Every since I got rich, these hoes all on my dick (On my dick, yeah)
He tried to take my girl but nobody could take my bitch (Can't take my bitch, yeah)
[Kid Ink:]
Pull up in that whip and make it skrrt
Hop inside the leather, soft as fur
Rollin' up that sticky, got the syrup (Yeah)
Go 'head push the button, baby
Throw the ceiling back and I just blow the sky a kiss
Full of smoke, said if they want it, niggas know what time it is
Big face Rollie match my babies, you ain't on this kind of drip
The whole city goin' crazy like my team just got the 'chip
Let It Go lyrics - Kid Ink
I let go, but I cling
To a love I've never seen
Give me faith
It feels like I've just opened the doors
I steal although nothing ever comes for free
This world is watching me
But I wake up in the morning thinking fuck it all
Fucking raw
I feel so fucking tall
That they just look like ants and I can crush 'em all
I'm a beast with a bark like a dozen dogs
Only time I see the sun is when the money call
Who's in charge? You can put that on my credit card
Money over bitches I don't need 4 hoes to set it off
But there's a couple things that's on my chest I need to get em off
I'm just being honest niggas can't touch me like granny old china
I'm the tyrant, baby T-Rex
Fuck walking I can run this shit in three steps
I let go, but I cling
To a love I've never seen
Give me faith
It feels like I've just opened the doors
I steal although nothing ever comes for free
This world is watching me
Crazy world, full of fame addicts
I spent a couple hundred on a straight jacket
Trying to get high, each and every day
Hit this and a nigga might fly away
I think I'm Bruce Wayne, Batman
On these niggas heads, like a CAT scan
Dominate like Pac-Man
You in a hole, where Shaq stand
I'm a madman, fucking smiley face
Only thing I know, is to annihilate
All competition, I'm at a steady pace
In this human race it's nothing new to take
I let go, but I cling
To a love I've never seen
Give me faith
It feels like I've just opened the doors
I steal although nothing ever comes for free
This world is watching me
Yeah
So I'mma just roll up another one
And let time fly
Oh yeah
Fuck you haters!
Look up
See me?
I let go, but I cling
To a love I've never seen
Give me faith
It feels like I've just opened the doors
I steal although nothing ever comes for free
This world is watching me
Live Forever lyrics - Kid Ink
Through the storm and the weather
I wish I could live forever
Ever and ever, they ain't no stoppin'
Know that my name is gon' live forever
Forever and ever, we here forever
Forever and ever, we here forever
Through the storm and the weather
Now this shit can't get no better
I wish I could live forever
We put all this together
Ain't no game they can sell us
We been doin' this forever
Livin' proof, ain't a spoof
Told me "Lace my boots", they look better loose
'Bout to go to war, got some new recruits
Limit is the sky, we went though the roof
Lookin' at the moon runnin' through the plan
Niggas thought they knew my moves, I just switched the hands
Gotta stay ready when this shit hit the fan
Givin' them pressure, I'm on my shit again
Many men, try but they can't come against me
Seen them niggas make history, but now they history
Live they life, paint the picture like Da Vinci
Ain't no hype, I be ridin' 'til the tank is empty
Through the storm and the weather
Now this shit can't get no better
I wish I could live forever
We put all this together
Ain't no game they can sell us
We been doin' this forever
Forever and ever
They ain't no stoppin' this shit
Know that my name is gon' live forever
Forever and ever, we here forever
Forever and ever, we here forever
Like diamonds
Promise the shit we doin' is timeless
The time is no better to put the grind in
You signed up, now all you doin' is whinin'
Findin' that most of these niggas fake, the fuck
They must have drank the cup
But I been wake as fuck
A nigga breaks is stuck
I'm 'bout to go and get it
'Cause they ain't givin' it to us, but baby don't let it
Don't let it, don't let it, don't let it
Don't let it, don't let it, don't let it
Don't let it, don't let it, don't let it
Don't let it, don't let it, don't let it
Ayy, don't let it get to your head
Misery accompanying, man that shit almost spread
I had to stay away from niggas, quarantine at the crib
Still wake up in the morning like this life is a trip
Through the storm and the weather
Now this shit can't get no better
I wish I could live forever
We put all this together
Ain't no game they can sell us
We been doin' this forever
Forever and ever
They ain't no stoppin' this shit
Know that my name is gon' live forever
Forever and ever, we here forever
Forever and ever, we here forever
Main Chick (Chris Brown & Tyga Remix) lyrics - Kid Ink (feat. Chris Brown & Tyga)
[Chris Brown:]
I told her "fuck that nigga"
(Mustard on the beat ho)
I don't know your name, but you've heard my name
I know why you came
Tryna get that name, but you've heard my name
Girl I know you wanna be my main chick, my main chick
I said fuck whoever you came with, who you came with
I told her "Fuck that nigga"
(I don't know ya)
[Kid Ink:]
We sitting in the back of the club
Table got a rope in the front (I don't know ya)
Uhh you looking real familiar, I could just be a lil' drunk
I don't know your name, it's a goddamn shame
I don't know how to explain it for ya
But, girl, I'm just saying
If you got a man back home, I don't know him
What, just keep it on the hush
Pocket full of trees, don't beat around the bush
Walk on green, I can even hear the putt
K.O shawty when I hit her with a punchline
Get a couple shots when it's crunch time
Ducking from my ex like a one time
Throw a sign when you really tryn' go
Got the car parked right at the door
[Chris Brown:]
I don't know your name, but you've heard my name
I know why you came
Tryna get that name, but you've heard my name
Girl I know you wanna be my main chick, my main chick
I said fuck whoever you came with, who you came with
I told her "Fuck that nigga"
(I don't know ya)
[Tyga:]
AHHH
A-all on my line with the same text
Fresh off the P.Jet trynna get your pussy wet
You super ready, shawty I know that
If homie got a problem, we address him, tell him hold that
Toat that
All my niggas flame up the yoda
We could leave in the roaster
Doing shit you ain't suppose ta
Rozzay, rolex, sex in your new Lex
Got a lot of condos I could put you in one
Ahhh
T-raw I'm something like your papi now, she getting use to me
She happy now, watching bridesmaids, think she got it made now
Ass up, face down, puff, pass the weed around
Young hitter, she just wanna doggy style
Pumping snoop album now, balling on the balcony
What's your name.. Natalie
I ain't even asking ya, I just know you bad as fuck
BUT I DON'T
[Chris Brown:]
I don't know your name, but you've heard my name
I know why you came
Tryna get that name, but you've heard my name
Girl I know you wanna be my main chick, my main chick
I said fuck whoever you came with, who you came with
I told her "Fuck that nigga"
(I don't know ya)
[Kid Ink:]
Nah, and you don't know my name, no
Just in case you' the feds, I don't know ya
Uh I might'a poured you a drink
But don't let it go to your head
I know why you... came
Tryna be my main chick (yeah)
Passenger side when I lane switch
Top back, two seats only
Ain't no room for your friends, I don't know them
We just seizing the moment
Up all night, throw a deuce to the morning (wait)
Fly mo'fucka, everything is imported (wait)
Don't try to act too important
I know your game
You got a gang of niggas, all over you
But you all over here, on me (on me)
Girl, I ain't tryna dog ya (nope)
Bad bitch only thing I'll call you
[Chris Brown:]
I don't know your name, but you've heard my name
I know why you came
Tryna get that name, but you've heard my name
Girl I know you wanna be my main chick, my main chick
I said fuck whoever you came with, who you came with
I told her "Fuck that nigga"
(I don't know ya)
Baby, why you playin'? You heard my name
I know why you came
She gon' gimme that brain so we can do our thang
Let's do that thang
What you thinking 'bout me taking you down, yeah
I can be your man when he's not around, yeah
I don't know your name, but you've heard my name
I know why you came
Tryna get that name, but you've heard my name
Girl I know you wanna be my main chick, my main chick
I said fuck whoever you came with, who you came with
I told her "Fuck that nigga"
(I don't know ya)
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